Tom Waits - Crossroads lyrics

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Now George was a good straight boy to begin with

But there's bad blood in him some way

He got into the magic bullets that lead straight to the devil's work

Just like marijuana leads to heroin

You think you can take them bullets and leave em

do ya?

Just save a few for your bad days?

Well we all have those bad days when we can't hit for shit

And the more of them magics you use

The more bad days you have without em

Till it comes down finally

to all your days bein' bad without the bullets

And it's time to stop shittin' around and kiddin' yourself

Kid, you're hooked

Heavy as lead.

And that's where ol' George found himself out there at the Crossroads

Moldin' the devil's bullets

Now, a man figures it's his bullets

And he'll take what he wants

And it don't always work out that way

You see, some bullets are special for a certain target

a certain stag

a certain person

And no matter where you're aimin',

that's where the bullet'll end up

And in the moment of aimin'

The gun turns into a dowser's wand

And points where the bullet wants to go.

George Schmidt was movin' in a series of convulsive spasms

like someone in an epileptic fit

His face contorted and his eyes wild

like a lasso'd horse

Bracin' his legs!

But somethin' kept pullin' him on

Now he's pickin' up the skulls and makin' a circle

I guess ol' George didn't rightly know what he was gettin' himself into

The fit was on him

And carried him right to the Crossroads

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